All accounts of gallantry, pleasure, and entertainment, shall be under the article of
Café Flore, Paris; poetry, under that of Fishawi, Jeddah or Cairo; learning under the title of the Shati Tea-and-Falafel-shop, Gaza; foreign and domestic news, you will have from
McNamara Ground Ops Lunchroom, Detroit; and what else I shall on any other subject offer, shall be dated from my own apartment.
On the thirtieth of June, I felt that the masses of Egyptian people were giving a resounding "No" to Islamicists. I still think that; and today, on the 10th of July, as Ramadan starts and the Islamicists camping outside the Rabi' Al-Adawiya mosque to be fed for free and fast during the day, my hope is that the majority of Egyptians will celebrate in the evenings in the rest of Cairo, the way Egyptians have always done. The BBC had a little snap shot of Lise Doucet, the Canadian on BBC, in the Khan Al-Khalili area in front of the "fanous" sellers. That reminded me of the tremendous festivity of Ramadan, which only the Egyptians know how to do. The Syrians never quite got it. Ramadan is dreary in Syria. Indeed, the pictures of Homs, bombed to pieces, bombed out, from Bashar Al-Assad's crushing of the uprising there, are a telling commentary on the difference between Egypt and Syria.
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